Chapter 467

My wife looked at me so hard that I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, especially when I saw my throat moving slightly, I felt like my throat was a little blocked. The feeling of this scene seemed familiar, and it happened the moment before.

The wife ate the banana again and went down a few bites and threw the banana peel into the trash can.

Then the wife suddenly started to laugh, smiling so cola, and even with a deliberate smirk.

When I came to my senses, I realized that my wife was deliberately making fun of me again.

I looked at my wife with a charming smile on her lips, stared at me coquettishly, sighed and said to me, "Stinky husband, haven't you noticed that you are becoming more and more perverted?"Look at you, you're stunned. And, the big tent on your crotch has just disappeared and it's set up again. I really hate you.I told you what I did in the kitchen for nearly ten minutes, and you want to tell me what you did with my mom in the living room, okay?Is it fair?

I only thought about my wife for a second and focused my focus, and I also said something specifically, "No problem, we have been honest with each other, I promise to tell you everything, and it's all the truth."

My wife nodded, looked at the kitchen with guilt, and waved to me gently. I quickly wiped out the cigarette and moved over.

When I came to my wife, I sat down. My hand was already on my wife's wonderful thighs. Through the tight, narrow and thin black skirt, my movements made my whole body subconsciously tighten and relax again.

During the busy interval between my mother-in-law going to the kitchen to help Uncle Ma clean up the kitchen, my wife's gentle and pleasant voice sounded, and she also told me the general situation inside.

When my wife said she wanted to help, she found it was inappropriate when she walked to the kitchen halfway, but she was almost at the door and she wouldn't turn around and leave, so she simply stopped caring about everything else.

Because my wife knew my little thoughts and knew that I was in the living room with my mother-in-law, my wife said that she didn't know what she was thinking, so she subconsciously closed the door.

After entering, Uncle Ma was washing dishes. After hearing the sound, he turned around and looked at his wife.

The two of them had a normal communication, but whether they were Uncle Ma or my wife, they were like thieves, quickly and guiltily shifting their eyes to other places.

Uncle Ma, let me help you!

After the nervousness and shame just now, my wife still whispered to the simple and honest Uncle Ma.

At that time, both of them had a conversation in the kitchen. I don’t know if it was the tacit understanding between these two people. They always spoke very lightly and quietly, so that I decided to be no movement inside from the kitchen door to the living room.

At first, Uncle Ma just said that he would come by himself, and then bent down to be busy there.

Uncle Ma's hair was short and neat, but it was mixed with some white hair, with more temples, and a dark face. He seemed to be busy there, and his wife always felt very sad.

It’s better for me to come. My mother said you can’t clean it. Uncle Ma, please rest for a while!

The wife bit her lower lip, and finally found a reason on purpose, forcing her to snatch the work in Uncle Ma's hands.

He was a little anxious when he spoke and snatched up to wash the dishes. His wife went over and squeezed Uncle Ma aside with her shoulders and side.

When his wife's soft and hot sexy body was squeezed beside Uncle Ma, she could clearly feel that Uncle Ma's body became a little stiff due to the tension.

It was because of this kind of close contact with each other that Uncle Ma dared not stand and squeezed with his wife.

The wife tried hard to pretend not to care, and lowered her head and began to wash the remaining dishes. She thought that she had just used her waist and hips on the side of the straddle to squeeze Uncle Ma away. When she thought about this, her wife's face turned a little red.

Just as his wife was scrubbing a plate and putting it on the plate rack, while his wife continued to be busy, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Uncle Ma standing behind him.

The kitchen is so narrow that the position where Uncle Ma stood behind him was less than thirty centimeters away from his wife's body. He could almost touch my wife with a slight lifting of his arms.

The wife lowered her head, lifted her long naughty hair with her fingers and combed it behind her ears to fix it, revealing her sexy neck and charming auricles, which were white and delicate, like a work of art.

The faucet was still thinking, in this quiet and restless kitchen, his wife's heartbeat was constantly accelerating because she did not look back to see what Uncle Ma was doing, standing behind her.

My wife felt that her neck, back, waist, beautiful buttocks, long legs, and she felt an unstoppable feeling of heat and strangeness every inch of the mountain.

At this time, my wife knew that she was thinking about it because she didn't dare to turn around and see what Uncle Ma was doing between me and me. However, in her mind, she began to recall the night when she was recalling the bathroom, she used an exaggerated movement than she is now, and fully showed her beautiful buttocks in front of this black old man.

Now Uncle Ma was standing behind his wife again, and his wife subconsciously felt Uncle Ma staring at her beautiful shadow, every inch of her sexy arc of waist and hips and beautiful legs.

When I thought of this, although I was not sure, my wife still couldn't control her whole body, and the feeling of shame deep in her heart became stronger again.

There is also a faucet that doesn't turn off. My wife's somewhat chaotic breathing sound is not too obvious, otherwise my wife would be embarrassed to escape from the kitchen.

As for Uncle Ma behind his wife, he still didn't move at all and just stood quietly, except that the sound of his breath became a little vaguely obvious.

He must have been excited. Perhaps the big tent in his crotch has been raised exaggeratedly now, and he must have focused his eyes as fierce as a beast on my butt and waist!

What is Uncle Ma thinking?

Is he fantasizing about me in his heart at this time?

In his mind, have you already brutally stuck my waist with your hands, then tear my thin tight group apart, and then vent my most rude and primitive desires?

My wife was still pretending to be calm, but in fact she was busy washing the evening plate. These random thoughts flashed by in a short time.

Uncle Ma must be staring at my body at this time, and must be fantasizing about me in his heart.

After my wife heard the sound of running water at this time, she could not block Uncle Ma's obvious breathing, and was even more sure of this in the conflicting and entanglement of the deer.

The more my wife thought about it, the more she couldn't control her body's feelings. Her slender legs were a little stiff and her smooth back was itchy. At this time, my wife found that her two buttocks were tightening due to tension or excitement.

As the hip slit was retracted by itself, the feeling of excitement and emptiness in front began to become obvious.